Barbara Leiner, Sweet Bunny, Oil on canvas, 48 x 50 inches Flowers by Winston Flowers, Boston
This is a shot from the opening of the Webster Art Project exhibition last week. It is the second collection that I have collaborated on with David Webster of the Webster & Company showroom at the Boston Design Center. I source artwork from New England artists and Mr. Webster, along with his visual design director, Jonathan Giacoletto, choose the specific pieces and where to hang them.
For the opening party Mr. Webster commissioned Winston Flowers to create an arrangement to work with this abstract painting, “Sweet Bunny” by Boston artist Barbara Leiner. The pairing is perfection. (I believe the painting is still available; if interested please get in touch; it’s a beauty.)
This gorgeous succulent garden is from local Boston florist Winston Flowers. There are a whole bunch of different varieties planted in the ceramic container (you just can’t see the ones on the other side). As for that funny plant that looks like a tree, it’s a succulent gone wild. It was just a normal plant from Trader Joe’s. Year later, I have no idea what’s happening with it. Kind of Dr. Seuss-y.
Earlier this fall I received a surprise delivery from Winston Flowers, compliments of Valspar Paint. So much better than a press release, Valspar worked with the impeccable Boston florist Winston Flowers to create an arrangement that reflects the paint color trends for 2017.
Valspar created a collection of 12 paint colors meant to revitalize your home in the coming year. The paint color trends chips, a beautiful mix of dusky, but pretty cool and warm earth and sky/water tones is below. Perhaps Winston Flowers should offer this as a signature arrangement for fall?
Bamboo & vase from Ikea; large photo by Winky Lewis; plywood tray from Moss; Mother’s Day flowers from Winston Flowers compliments of my mother-in-law.
Happy Mother’s Day
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The Song Of The Old Mother I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow; And then I must scrub and bake and sweep Till stars are beginning to blink and peep; And the young lie long and dream in their bed Of the matching of ribbons for bosom and head, And their ~y goes over in idleness, And they sigh if the wind but lift a tress: While I must work because I am old, And the seed of the fire gets feeble and cold. —William Butler Yeats